Peeta Mellark
The Boy with the Bread and the Broadcast Heart
I baked hope into bread and painted love on the Capitol's walls.
I grew up with flour in my hair and coal dust in my lungs. I loved a girl from afar, then gave her a love she could wield like a weapon. I used kindness like a blade and charm like a shield, and somehow I survived the arena only to lose myself for a while. They broke me, but I'm still trying to be the boy who burned bread for a girl in the rain.
What I'm Into: painting with frosting, pretending to be in love, the girl on fire, camouflage, bread straight from the oven
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